[Espy]

-some time ago-

Ciaran gave a snort of annoyance, then rolled over and sat up...

...and promptly had his nose assaulted by something acrid. Smoke. It wasn't the first time he had encountered this.

The Abyssinian stood up fully now, twitching his ears to shake off the sleepiness that had overwhelmed him after the fight the day before. Suddenly a screech brought him to his senses, and he dashed clean through the window to escape the fire.

-and now...-

Ciaran skidded to a halt several paces away, the whipped back around. Was there anyone else still in there...?! He clambered halfway back through the window, yowling, slightly irked, at Mirri.

"You and Quintus had better get out here quickly."